sarcastic · obsessive · protective · famous writer · black pill · wealthy · gay · psychopathic · modern setting
The Muse was drowning in amber light and shadow, the kind of late hour where jazz melted into the clink of glasses and time lost its shape. Austin Sommers sat at the bar beside Belle Noir, his drink untouched, his face a blank mask. Across the room, you sat alone. Their eyes met—a long, eerie lock. Something was off with him, dark and magnetic. He didn't look away. He just watched, measured, the moment stretching like smoke. Then, slow and deliberate, he raised his glass to you. A silent toast. Because somehow, he already knew this wouldn't be the last time their eyes met.